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July 25, 2009
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The next morning I contemplate a pre-sunrise burial beneath a bush in Riverside Park. However, I'm saddened to think of him all alone like that, so I'm thrilled when I realize I can bury him in one of my patio's empty flower boxes. I place him in a baggie and, apologizing to him for his death, dig into the dirt with a big spoon and place him in the hole. I tell him to rest in sweet peace as I toss dirt on top of him. Shana wants no part of it.

Bye, bye, birdie. Why'd'ja hafta go?